| f/ Journalist | |
| [Canibus] | |
| Yo (Die Slow) | |
| Yea (Die Slow) | |
| Ya niggas better..(Die Slow) | |
| Uh (Die Slow) | |
| All you can do is (Die Slow) nigga (Die Slow) | |
| (Die Slow) 4x | |
| All you can do is die (Slow) | |
| Yea | |
| (Die Slow) 2x | |
| Fuck ya'll | |
| (Die Slow) 2x | |
| Die Slow nigga | |
| (Die Slow) | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Yo | |
| You against me.. No contest | |
| My tongue hydraulics | |
| Strong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers | |
| and a 4 hundred pound driver | |
| And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva | |
| Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic | |
| Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular | |
| Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter | |
| Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin' across the Niagara | |
| My afterburners'll be burnin' you after | |
| Ya' body already been splashed with acid | |
| And you turn to ashes | |
| Assassins camouflauged in the grass blastin' | |
| Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis | |
| I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas | |
| Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets | |
| Then lie to the masses | |
| I'll tell'em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers | |
| Radio stations'll express they sadness | |
| Play classics back to back and pass out 'Stop The Violence' pamphlets | |
| Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend | |
| While you in hell throwin' tantrums | |
| I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons | |
| Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin' | |
| Nigga you can't win | |
| I'm laughin' cause you a has been | |
| You'll never get ya' groove back | |
| So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett | |
| You'll just get ya' ass kicked | |
| Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket | |
| My left arms taken but my right ones free | |
| That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee | |
| Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal | |
| My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels | |
| I fire pistols, hit you wit' minature missles | |
| Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle | |
| Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into | |
| On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible | |
| Fuck you | |
| (CONVO 1) | |
| ('Die Slow' through out the convo) | |
| Hey Yo that nigga got an attitude | |
| Yeah he be actin rude | |
| And he's always trynna' battle you | |
| That last album was terrible | |
| When he's on the radio he never got a clean mouth | |
| Yeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin' bleeped out | |
| You got the album? | |
| Naw I heard it was weak | |
| You got the album? | |
| I said it was weak | |
| But the shit don't come out till next week | |
| Hey Yo I like the nigga's beats | |
| Yo that shit be comin' bugged out | |
| Hey Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out | |
| He waited too long to come out............ | |
| (Journalist) | |
| To you bitch niggas who talk alot | |
| But walk the block, in halter tops | |
| Left side of ya chest, mark the spot | |
| That's where a nigga put it, when i'm hooded | |
| Then fill you up wit big bullets | |
| Prepare you for some channel 6 footage | |
| Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard | |
| Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knob | |
| Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise | |
| One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side | |
| Your whole flow is porkrine | |
| Spit the small oints | |
| I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point | |
| Drop on top of the blue line..right beside the red one | |
| Keep the flow fairsome, 'till the day my career done | |
| Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin type | |
| Especially those, surroundin' the mic | |
| Sound of the light | |
| To the Journ, ya'll ain't no suitable spitters | |
| True to you niggas | |
| Lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver | |
| Shoutin' my name, | |
| Ya best to control the noise soldier boy | |
| Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids | |
| (CONVO 2) | |
| ('Die Slow' through out the convo) | |
| Yea, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo | |
| I heard he's from Philly yo | |
| I seen him in Bis video | |
| He's so skinny tho' | |
| Now he's rollin' wit Canibus? | |
| I don't even understand his shit | |
| That nigga sounds like an amaetur | |
| Yo i heard Jay manage him | |
| Yo he got some heavy gold shit | |
| Man, that's some old shit | |
| Yea yo the niggas that he roll wit' | |
| probably let 'em hold it | |
| He got alotta Benji's | |
| No he don't | |
| Everytime, when i see him in the back of The Source | |
| He looks [????] |
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